ELISE POV I watched the triplets, their smug look and nonchalant attitude laced with murderous intent. It was a game to them. My pack, my life, my uncle’s throat, all just pieces on a board. “You are a fucking psycho! Let my Uncle and the pack go!” I growled, baring my fangs. Damon's eyes roamed all over my body before letting out a chuckle. Slow. Insulting. Like he was appraising livestock. “Sure…that's if you agree to my proposal.” Then he took a glance at my uncle, “What do you think, Alpha Kingston?” My uncle looked even more taken aback than I felt, his gaze flirting nervously between me and Damon. Sweat beaded on his forehead. The man who raised me, who taught me to fight, looked small. I struggled to free myself from Damon’s grip, “Not a chance! Don’t listen to him! This is nothing but a scheme! You monster! I am not your mate, and I will never accept any of you!” With a smirk, he grabbed my chin, “If you reject me, it will lead to war. I don't mind wiping
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